#cod oc introduction

[the-whispers-of-death]

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When the 141 were told they'd have an IT Specialist from the U.S. Navy joining them since all of the SAS It Specialists were too busy and the 141 needed their own IT Specialist instead of being put on the back burner with the rest of the SAS squads, they all were apprehensive at adding someone new to their squad. Especially because it had only been eight months since they've been lent Fleet Marine Corpsman Mishra, aka Stone, and honestly one American was already enough for them.

But Laswell told them that there was no negotiating this and Price had to look through military files on potential IT Specialists to find the right one. It took him a week to pick one and two weeks for them fly her in.

One day, Price gathered the 141 in a conference room. He took a deep breath and said, "I know we all don't want someone new, but we had no choice so I'm telling you all to at least act professional with her. Okay?"

With those words, he went to the door and ushered in the new IT Specialist. She was the shortest of them all at five-foot-six and she had a burly build, looking a bit tiny surrounded by larger military men. Her skin was a warm brown tone, not marred with scars but rather decorated with a tattoo sleeve of vines wrapping around her right arm that barely hid beneath the sleeve of her uniform from where it stopped at her wrists. Her black, wavy hair was pulled up in an elegant bun, bobby pins pinning it into place and her dark brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate were framed by thin-wire glasses.

"Hello," she said with a naturally bright smile on her face, her voice soft and lyrical. "I'm Petty Officer 3rd Class Vasanti Singh. I'm honored to be working you all."

Soap eyed her warily, still burned by Graves and Shadow Company's betrayal. "What's your callsign?" he asked, curious but still cautious.

"Ladder," Stone answered for her, his cold voice bouncing off the walls as always as he stared at the woman he knew.

Ladder's smile widened. "Stone, it's good to see you again," she replied, to which Stone graced her with a respectful nod in response.

Gaz was intrigued by that, since there weren't many that Stone respected. "You know each other?"

"I've served with men that Stone used to serve with when he was still only a Navy Corpsman instead of a Fleet Marine Corpsman, we met during one of the hang-outs five years ago and we've known each other since," Ladder explained, still looking at Stone. "It had been a while though, at least a year. I'm glad to see you're still alive, Stone."

Stone merely grunted in response, a normal response from him. "You and me both, Ladder."

"How did you get the callsign "Ladder"?" Ghost asked, his eyes narrowed beneath his white skull mask and balaclava. He didn't trust her just yet, which was typical from the man.

Soap smirked at her. "Is it because you're so short?" he asked, intently watching her reaction.

"Soap," Price said, but Ladder just laughed.

She nodded and replied, "That, and because I can lift a ladder with one hand."

Ghost scanned her short but burly frame up and down, assessing her. "I look forward to seeing that."

"You will. I promise you that."

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[gomzdrawfr]

"call me when the tide turns, you'll see me at the docks."

Meet the OC, Operator B6 Artwork commissioned by Mawvax [tumblr, twitter]

General

Name: Surya Narumi, スルヤ・鳴海 Alias: B6, Susu, Naru Gender: Male Birthday: July 19th (not confirmed) Age: [redacted] (older than Raven) Sexuality: Demisexual Nationality: Indonesian-Japanese Close associate: Eira "Raven" Liu, Kyle Gaz Garrick (potential pairing) Affiliation: [redacted], Kopassus (Indonesian Special Forces), ASEAN SIN (ASEAN Secret Intelligence Network), Cobra PMC, [redacted] Speciality: Intelligence and Digital Espionage, Cyber Operations, Covert Operations, Covert Assassination, Long-Range Shooting Medical record: [redacted], heart surgery with possible implanted pacemaker, [redacted] Status: Alive (stable)

Appearance

Face claim: Takeshi Kaneshiro, with Roman nose and a mole below his left eye corner Hair: Dark Brown, Wavy/WolfCut sometimes tied up in a messy bun Eye color: Dark Green Skin tone: Deep tan Height: 182cm Build: Lean

References and Artwork

Artwork commissioned by Bressynonym [tumblr, twitter]

Associations and Favourites

Nature: oranges, purple Lilac, monstera, shine muscat, sunsets, sea, rain, stars

Color: orange, purple, light blue, sage green

Animals: black cat, Troides helena (Common Birdwing butterfly)

Owns: black munchkin tuxedo cat, snakes (past), bearded dragon (past), chameleon

Drinks: Genmaicha, Sparkling lavender lemonade, Chrysanthemum tea, Java black tea

Food: pisang goreng (fried bananas), cucuk udang (prawn fritters), mochi, meiji apollo strawberry chocolate candy, pocky

Does not smoke or drink alcohol

Relationship with Raven: grew up and worked together, protective and sibling-like, owes his life to Raven when he was saved from an unsanctioned op (despite Raven's insistence not to view the rescue to be that significant)

Behaviour: quiet, gentle, smiles that doesn't reach the eyes, carries himself lightly, polite but distant

Hobby: reads and writes, fishing, driving and exploring on his bike

Quotes and Words

"they called me many names...a survivor, a boy who defied death, mother's golden son, the lucky and the unlucky...but I like whatever the wind and sea calls me"

"My heart died once, fun fact. Well, okay, maybe it's not a fun fact."

"I wonder if there is a reason, that there is something big to all of these. But it's pointless to think about questions with no answers, it is what it is after all."

"I wish you a kinder sea, Python."

"FInd what you love and let it kill you." - Charles Bukowski

"I don't fear my own death, it is scheduled, it will happen...but yours? yours I fear."

"ah...you go by Raven now...? Was it the mat saleh...? I guess it suits you..."

"Can we have one more meaningless chat over oranges?"

[lemonqii]

[callsignswraith]

Margot "Wraith" Locke

Wife and mama ❣️

CIA | Special Activities

Margot's playlist | Margot and James' playlist

[mod is 21+ | nsfw allowed]

my art | ooc | lore | memes | detailed bio

General

Name: Margot Locke O'Malley

Callsigns: Wraith, Delta 5-2

Gender: Female

Birthday: March 3rd 1991

Nationality: French

Place of Birth: Toulouse, France

Education: US Military Academy, International Affairs major

Occupation: Spec Ops Agent, 141 associate

Margot deals with counter-terrorism, cybersecurity and covert operations.

Appearance

Face and voice claim: Sigrid Agren

Hair: natural golden blonde, sun bleached, slightly wavy, long

Eyes: amber/light brown

Height: 5'3" - 1,62m

Build: lean, fit

Tattoos: 4 total. Sternum, left elbow, left hip and right thigh.

Favorites

Color: red

Food: Chinese broccoli chicken, milk tart

Drink: monster energy, tequila, sprite

Music: 80s, 90s and alt rock. James made her like country but she refused to admit

Movie: Pulp Fiction

Literature: mystery, horror, true crime, poetry

Hobbies: baking, reading, gemology, creative writing, sketching

Relationships

Mother: Charlotte Bordreau

Father: Vernon Locke

Grandmother: Vivienne Bordreau

Cousin: Lucienne Legrant

Partner: James O'Malley

Children: Mia Grace O'Malley

Siblings: none

My name's Mandy and I'm 28. English is my second language, so be nice. I don't mind minors interacting, but I don't feel exactly comfortable.

Margot's been my project since 2019, at first a Payday oc, but since COD walked into my life and I'm too attached to her, here we are. She's still tied to Payday (she's Locke's daughter), so there will be mentions of the game and its characters.

[ride-sgt-rodeo]

DOSSIER AND MEDICAL INFORMATION FORM.

First name: [REDACTED]

Middle name: [REDACTED]

Surname: O’Malley

DOB: 08/05/1990

Age: 34

Height: 6’3”

Weight: 250LBS

Blood Type: AB-

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Irish and Native American

Birthplace: San Antonio, TX

Callsign: Rodeo

YOS: Fourteen (14)

DOE: 08/13/2011

Rank: Gunnery Sergeant (E-7)

“While primarily working in direct action and counter-terrorism defense, O’Malley is most skilled in bomb defusal and explosive breaching techniques.”

Appearance: O’Malley dons a slightly tan complexion, with freckles littering his torso and arms. His eyes are a grayish-blue, and his hair is blond. He alternates between a buzz cut and a mullet, despite being yelled at for his mullet being OOR. He’s very broad, very stocky.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: O’Malley has many tattoos. Many inappropriate. He has a tattoo of his mother’s name. He has a singular left ear piercing that he keeps hidden under his usual plain black balaclava. He has a snake-eyes tongue piercing, and his top canines are silver.

Sexuality: Bisexual, polyamorous

Personality: Cocky, assertive, flirty, stubborn, loyal, protective, impulsive, competitive, hot-headed, charming, guarded, stoic

Hobbies: Off-base, he returns home to Texas and helps his mother and father on their ranch. On-base, he enjoys rock-climbing and running.

“O’Malley, also known as Rodeo, has been repeatedly caught calling himself… ‘Command’s Favorite Cowboy’, or ‘Frontline’s Poster Fuckboy’…”

MRS. BETH — MOD

# Hi! I’m Mrs. Beth. (18). This blog is MDNI! Anyone is allowed to send RPs/RP starters, but please do be patient. I have many other things going on. Implied NSFW is fine! BUT…

ERPs are not allowed and will result in an immediate block.

I am married, and a lesbian.

Mod likes from @mysticjunkiie !!

[mutant-okuri-inu]

COD BLACK OPS COLD WAR OC: KENDRA SMITH

GENERAL

Name: Kendra Smith

Age: 28 (1981)

Alias(es): Smith, Owl

Gender: Female

Birthday: May 10th, 1953

Nationality: British

Place of birth: Manchester, UK

Languages: English, French

Affiliation: MI6, CIA, NATO and Rogue Black Ops

APPEARANCE

Hair color: Blonde (dyed)

Eye color: Green

Scars: A few on her arms and wrists

Piercings: None

Face claim: Florence Pugh

Height: 5’4 (162 cm)

Weight: 124 lbs (56 kg)

Build: Slim

Blood type: A+

Family: [REDACTED]

Siblings: [REDACTED]

Personality: INTJ

Kendra has a serious demeanour, expressing very little emotion. Due to this aura, she often comes off as intimidating. She is neither impolite nor an antisocial person, but she has a kind and warm heart. She spends most of her time with Helen Park. Which shows a sensible and respectful attitude toward others, often being discouraged by discourteous behaviour.

FAVOURITES

Color: Green

Season: Spring

Food: Healthy Chicken curry

Drink: Tea

Dessert: -

ABILITIES

Has excellent intelligence and can communicate well.

MI6 training

Weapon skills (Mostly pistols)

TRIVIA

Kendra's name means "Knowing". Other potential meanings of this ancient name include “royal power,” “bold power,” and “chief hero.” It can also mean "Owl".

Kendra tries to cover her scars with tattoos as much as she can.

Most of her friends called her "Owl" because of her thinking and intelligence. The Wise Owl represents the logical thinker.

Clothing she choose is polo shirts.

Kendra wears glasses, only for reading and working on paperworks, but she can see far.

TATTOO DESIGNS

Drawn by me.

BACKGROUND

Kendra was born and raised in Manchester, UK. There is no information about her parents, but she had a strict relationship with them. After her parents had to move to another city to work, Kendra went to University of Oxford, her dream was to be an analyst. One day, when she graduated, a few agents went to visit her and offered to join MI6 because of her intelligence and communications skills. Kendra, being a kind hearted young woman, agreed.

A few months later, she met Helen Park. They had been working together non-stop for international assignments and met Adler Russell during the CIA’s sponsored project. During career, Kendra met another fellow MI6 named “Madam Shell” who was really close with Park before. An intuition happened of Park’s suspicions, Madam attempted to kill Park, but Kendra protected her and earned a few scars from her on her wrists and arms, after failing to curse the inconsequential words, Madam pushed her out of the way and she left the scar on Park’s neck as a parting gift. Hovewer, Kendra didn't renouce, she smashed Madam's head to the wall with great force, which cracked her skull and caused her to kill her. She had to lie to the agents that Madam's been through the "Serious accident."

In 1981, Kendra joined Russel's team in CIA's safehouse E9, tasking to stop the infamous spy named "Perseus". Until then, she met a new teammate with a codename "Bell". 10 years later, On February 5th, 1991, Kendra was tasked to join Iraq with British Special Air Service as part of Coalition forces alongside with Helen park.

[veiled-lil-lamb]

How It Started

(Lore drop on how she met Hound.)

The air was thick with jet fuel and the scent of damp earth when Maeve Varron stepped off the transport. The tarmac stretched before her in the dim morning light, damp from the night's rain, the horizon tinged with the dull gray of overcast skies.

She adjusted the strap of her rucksack, its weight pressing into her shoulder, and took in the unfamiliar surroundings: hangars, barracks, watchtowers, all arranged in precise, functional order.

This was no ordinary base.

The Task Force 777 Forward Operating Site was a world away from where she'd come from. The men and women moving through its gates carried themselves differently. Alert, efficient, sharper than any standard unit she’d seen. It was a place of ghosts and shadows, a proving ground for those who operated in the thin space between intelligence and warfare.

Her uniform still had that fresh-issue stiffness to it, her boots barely broken in. She had trained for this, fought for this, but? Standing there now, she felt small. Not weak. Just untested.

A bit later...

A corporal checked her orders, barely sparing her a glance before gesturing her through. "New intake’s over there," he muttered, pointing toward a group of similarly green recruits by the admin building. Maeve nodded, squared her shoulders, and walked forward.

The first thing she noticed was that everyone here already seemed to know the score. Even the recruits had that lean, wired look; people who had been through things, who had more than just training under their belt. She tried to suppress the prickle of self-consciousness creeping up her spine.

This was where she would either rise or break.

She first saw him during the evaluation drills.

They had been at it for hours. Stress tests, endurance trials, quick-decision combat scenarios. All meant to see who was worth keeping. Maeve was holding her own, but she wasn’t exceptional. Not yet.

Then he stepped into the training bay.

A man built like something carved from stone, but with an ease to his movements that made him seem untouchable. No wasted energy, no unnecessary motions. Just sharp, calculated efficiency. His presence alone was enough to shift the air in the room.

"That’s Hound," someone murmured nearby.

Maeve didn’t look away. She didn't need to be told twice.

She had heard of him. A legend among those who operated in the deep shadows of intelligence warfare. Former special operations, now one of the senior field leaders in Task Force 777. A man whose instincts were razor-sharp, who could dismantle an opponent before they even knew they were being played.

And then his eyes landed on her.

A flicker of something unreadable, assessing, calculating. Then, just as quickly, disinterest.

She felt her stomach tighten. Bad first impressions, already?

For the rest of the exercise, she pushed herself harder, forcing down fatigue, ignoring the burn in her muscles. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn’t. But when she glanced back once more, he was gone.

Two weeks into training, she was called to the briefing room.

She had spent the morning on the range, and the scent of cordite still clung to her sleeves as she stepped inside, standing at attention.

Hound was already there, along with a handful of senior officers. He leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, expression unreadable. When the briefing officer approached her and spoke, his voice was clipped, impersonal.

"Assignments are being finalized. Varron, you're going to Hound."

A beat of silence.

Maeve blinked, unable to stop the slight hitch in her breath. She wasn’t the only one surprised. She caught the glance exchanged between two of the other recruits from the same batch as her. Being assigned to Hound was… different. His team wasn’t for standard initiates. And deep down, doubt started to form. Was she cut out for his team? Could she do this?

Her pulse kicked up, anticipation bubbling underneath. But despite that, she tried to maintain a calm façade, to show she was unrattled. "Understood," she said, keeping her voice even.

Hound didn’t react. As soon as the briefing officer approached another recruit, he pushed himself off the table, studying her with the same sharp, assessing look he had given her back in the training bay.

"You follow orders?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Quick learner?"

"I try to be."

He exhaled through his nose, something like a scoff. Whether it was amusement or skepticism, she couldn’t tell.

"You’ll need to be."

And with that, he turned and walked out, not bothering to look back once or twice.

Maeve didn’t move, even as the others around her started shifting, exchanging glances at her. Waiting, expecting. Hound had given her no reassurance, no approval. Only the expectation that she would either keep up, or she wouldn’t.

Maeve swallowed her nervousness down, squared her shoulders, and quickly ran after Hound to follow him.

[dustandteeth]

Welcome

ok an actual thought out pinned post lets fucking joe

Artyom | They/It | Russian American | CST | OC Roleplayer | Fandom | Literate | Artist | AU and Crossover Friendly | 26 yo | 18+ only | DMs open | Discord on request

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𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕖

I love writing emotionally deep and complex characters. I prefer writing those with grey moralities, angst, psychological unfolding. The themes I normally write in circle around identity, morality, and how a persons upbringing or life situation can shape them. I also like to adopt Slavic culture into my characters.

I'm a multi-paragraph literate roleplayer. While my reply length is varied, it's flexible. I like to match my writing partners. I am also up to banter, but I prefer slow-burn and long-term interactions. I am deep into worldbuilding and if my writing partner is, too, the better.

I'll be SO fucking annoying if I get attached to our roleplays. I'll give my own headcanons, send memes, songs, create art. I will NOT shut up.

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𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠

— Type: Independent / Multi-Muse / Original Characters / Fandom

— Style: Literate / Multi-Para / Emotionally Raw

— Activity: Active / Slow Burn

— Shipping: Chemistry REQUIRED / MxM preferred

— NSFW: Fine if part of story

— Crossovers: Yes

— AUs: Yes

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𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕀 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙

— Metro 2033

— S.T.A.L.K.E.R

— Chernobylite

— DayZ

— Roadside Picnic

— ARK: Survival

— Outlast

— The Boys

— CoD

— Resident Evil

— The Evil Within

Others welcome, just ask! I also have my own worlds, too, which you can ask about.

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𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖

— Post-Apocalypse

— Dystopia

— Horror (Psychological, Cosmic, Supernatural, Religious, Body, Folk, Medical)

— Alternate History

— Military Fiction

— Drama

— Romance

— Urban Fantasy

— Emotional Slice-of-Life

— Mystery

I do more of these, you can request, but I tend to steer away from genres such as high fantasy, mostly because I'm inexperienced in those genres.

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𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕤

This is a mature blog. I write difficult topics with great care, consideration, and research. What is written is never glamorized, only examined. I do not condone any harmful action that a character takes.

— Psychological Issues

— Abuse (Psychological, emotional, physical)

— Addiction

— Existentialism

— Violence

— Death / Murder / Grief

— Political Corruption / Tyranny

— Cuits / Indoctrination

— Religious Trauma

— War

— Torture

— Eldritch Madness

Do not follow if this content is unsafe for you. You may ask me not to write any of these, too, if you are uncomfortable. Take care of yourself.

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ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (to be added)

— Rules

— Character List

— Character Bios

— Threads

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𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖

If you're just as autistic and annoying as I am, we'll get along great. If you love Metro 2033 or S.T.A.L.K.E.R., I'll keep you in a choke hold forever.

I'll also provide writing examples if requested.

[military-title-red]

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Hey?

Gary made me get one of these, I'm not totally sure what I'm doing though. He said he'd help but that little cunt ran off and now I can't find 'em anywhere.

I guess I'll be on here, at least until someone Kyle takes my phone again... Feel free to ask me questions, I think that's part of this, right?

I think Bugs said something about questions? Or asks? Fuck if I know- Bug Boy set me up for failure here...

Anyways, you can ask questions, talk to me, I don't know. Just like- don't be an asshole? Or Graves? Yeah, don't be Graves.

Enjoy ig?

Taken anons: 🌞,

Banner credits: @writer-fennec

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Mouse here! I made a Red roleplay blog 😎

I'm not a minor, please don't block me!!!

Anyways, rules and stuff are basically the same as on @anonmousegosqueak , just now it's Red instead of Mouse!

I don't think there are any real important stuff? Don't be an asshole, roleplay is fine, bullying Red is fine, ect.

None of this is OC-cannon obviously, just a bit of fun.

I'll try not to yap too much, but also I'm a yapaholic and it cannot be helped.

[the-whispers-of-death]

Kali's Introduction to the Shadow Company

Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something!

When Commander Phillip Graves recruited the Marine captain "Kali", he had heard all about how over the fifteen years in the Marines that Kali served, Kali had been approached by several private contractor companies because of his sniping skills and they had been turned away with a sneer from the man each time. But when Graves came knocking, well, Kali hadn't turned him away.

Graves said it was his charm that drew Kali in, made Kali retire from the Marines and make the switch to the Shadow Company. But in reality, Kali had lost his entire squad of five a year ago with him being the lone survivor. He had spent the entire year, bitter and cold at the Marine Corps because they had been the ones who sent him and his squad out on what they knew was a suicide mission with bad intel. Though he loved serving his country, Kali could no longer fathom being a Marine. So he made the switch.

And now here he was, outside a Shadow Company base.

Everyone passing him by, whether exiting or entering, was giving him looks, something he was used to. Kali was extremely tall and burly, but not taller than his old friend Stone, and not only that, but he wore a black neck gaiter that covered his lower half of his face which was then also covered by a full hard-plated mask that was half blue and half black. The colors were a respectful nod to the Hindu goddess of time, death, and rebirth, Kali, whom his callsign was named after.

It wasn't a callsign he was particularly happy with, as he didn't dare compare himself to the goddess, but it was one that stuck to him no matter how he protested it. The least he could do was honor her as best as he could.

Nevertheless, he made for a rather terrifying sight and he was someone new on base. He understood why several Shadows were just blatantly staring at him as they passed.

After staring at the base for way too long, Graves popped his head out of the building to usher Kali in, eager to introduce the tall man to his new family. Kali walked forward with feet that felt like lead, heading to the door and heading inside.

He had expected the Shadows to be more ordered than they were, his brown eyes widening underneath his mask as he watched several Shadows roughhousing right then and there in the hallway. Those who weren't roughhousing, were taking pictures and videos of it all.

"Shadows!" Graves said, his voice booming through the base. The effect was immediate, every Shadow in the vicinity moving to stand at attention. Graves grabbed Kali's arm when he noticed Kali was standing a bit behind him and pulled him forward to stand beside him. "I'm proud to introduce our new Shadow, Kali! He's a sniper, former U.S. Marine captain. Now, I know he doesn't look friendly, but that's because he has been through some shit this past year. I know you'll make him warm up to you all though!"

With those words, Kali was pushed deeper into hallway, now surrounded by Shadows. They all greeted him, making his head spin with all these names that he was suddenly being introduced to. He spent the entire day being shadowed (heh, get the pun?) by several extroverted Shadows, who didn't even flinch at seeing his tall, masked form.

Well, at least now he knew how Stone feels when being placed with a new squad. It was disorienting to be around people, especially since he was still a little raw from the loss of his men, men he had served with for years. And these new people were...characters for sure, people he'd get along with when he opened up again.

His first few weeks at Shadow Company was a whirlwind, just getting settled in. He was still standoffish by the end of it all, but he understood now that the Shadows were family and despite his guilt at being a lone survivor, he craved a family again.

And maybe this was his chance to have a family again. Though, he was definitely writing a letter to Stone.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

[mutantdumbass]

Introduction:)))

I’m just a silly dude named Jax that is an artists:]

I do write fanfics (MAYBE a bit of nsfw, looks around)

please do not try to message me anything inappropriate!

Big music listener, I like Mother Mother and Mindless Self Indulgence:3

I do not talk to anyone under 12 or over 20!

I love Dbz(including dbs and dbd), Bsd and cod

I am OBSESSED with Shin, he’s so cute!!!

I’m a very weird and interesting person

I go by He/They/It and I like men><

I need better friends so please message me if your emo, scene, weird kid, dbz or dbs (or anime in general):] I’ll talk to anyone though<3

EDIT: I'm in love with Solo leveling and Baruka, Choi, Baek and Jinwoo are my fav characters, I STILL LOVE SHIN THOUGH

[http-paprika]

MEET THE OC! a tedtalk by paprika that no one asked for

after writing GOLD RUSH and spending some time toying around with the little character of Beau, I decided I'd take a chance and share her with you! If you have any further questions and want to know more about her or her story, please reach out in the comments or my inbox!

GENERAL INFORMATION Government Name: Beaumont Khalil Summerlin Preferred Name: Beau

Date of Birth: June 23, 1991 Star Sign: Cancer

Hometown: Yuma, Arizona

Native Languages: English and Arabic Learned Languages: Spanish and a Bit of Russian

CAREER Occupation: Linguistics and Intel Officer; Special Field Agent Branch of Government: Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) Supervisor: Kate Laswell Former Occupation: Translation and Negotiations with the US Marines under Captain Yoko S. Tanaka

RELATIVES and ASSOCIATES Father: James H. Summerlin, Sr. -- Retired US Marine Mother: Sana E. Summerlin -- Arabic and Anthology Professor

Brothers: James H. Summerlin, Jr. -- Enlisted Military Police in the Army; Asher G. Summerlin -- Enlisted Air Force Linguist Sister: Mona R. Summerlin -- Student at the University of Texas

Best Friend: Jolene H. Maxfield-Graves -- Intel Officer Partner: Alex Keller -- CIA-SAD Officer

APPEARANCE Height: 5'11 Build: Athletic

Complexion: Tanned Noticeable Markings: Scar from Bullet Wound on Left Shoulder, Barbed Wire Tattoo on Lower Back

Hair: Light Brown, Wavy Texture Eyes: Dark Green, Almond Shaped

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION Favorite Book: Jack Reacher; Running Blind by Lee Child Favorite TV Show: The X-Files Favorite Album: Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel

Choice of Cuisine: Vietnamese Favorite Dish: Duck Pho

MBTI Personality Type: ENTP Ennagram Type: 8 - The Active Controller Love Language: Words of Affirmation

HER PAST In 1982, when James Sr. was stationed in Lebanon during a peacekeeping tour with the US Marines, he met his wife Sana who was a local working as a translator for the Marines. The two often worked together and quickly fell in love, and when his deployment came to an end, he promised to return to Lebanon for her so they could be married. In 1984, he returns to Lebanon and much to the displeasure of her religious parents, Sana leaves with James and they elope. Bringing her back to the states, he is stationed in Jacksonville, North Carolina where Sana persues further education and later gives birth to their firstborn son, James. Jr. in 1888. In 1990, after being restationed in Yuma, Arizona they have their second child and first daughter, Beaumont.

Beau spent her first years of life moving from one place to another and was often withdrawn as a child. Prefering to be alone than playing with her brother and younger siblings. From an early age her parents noted that she had a greater interest in knowledge and reading, being more idept in Arabic than the rest of her siblings. In her teen years, with newer gained confidence, she sought higher education with hopes to attend university in Hawaii where her family was stationed at the time, receiving a handsome scholarship from the school of her choice. But an old colleague of her father, Scott Hardy, encouraged her to join the Marines and follow in her mother's footsteps as a trained translator, later becoming a negotiations specialist who was known for being level-headed and quick witted.

Feeling unfilled with her career choice, Beau left the Marines at the age of 22 to return to academics. But received attention from Kate Laswell after narrowly saving a whole Marine Corp Squard from bombing with her quick ability to process intel. Laswell, determined to recruit Beau under her, offers her a position that'll allow Beau to attend university in Washington, DC while working for the CIA as a linguistic and intel analyst.

After a few years of office works and receiving her degree through excelurated work, Beau accepts a field assignment to work in her mother's homeland of Lebanon. Stationed there, she spends time reconnecting with her heritage whilst helping filter through intel for all of the middle east. During her time in Lebanon is when Beau first meets Alex Keller during his time in SAD. And though there is an instant spark, the two are off and on, never having the avaliabity and emotional energy to commit to a full-term relationship.

Beau is referred by Laswell to a new field assignment to work alongside the US Marines and International Corp in Urzikstan as tense begins to arise between forces. (Where MWII starts up) During her time in Urzikstan, her relationship with Keller becomes more serious in the threat of terror and her specialty and skills catch the eye of Captain John Price who tries to recruit her as a support member of TF141. Hoping it'll give her a chance to return and finish her work in Urzikstan along with letting her be with Keller, Beau accepts the position and begins working alongside TF141.

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Intro to me !! ♡

About Me:

Hi lovelies! Please, call me bunny. I go by she/her exclusively and most likely will only be writing from the perspective of fem!readers, unless stated otherwise. This blog will mainly be used for writing now, but I may occasionally have other things posted that I enjoy/relate to my writing.

Writing:

My current obsession these days is COD men, so requests about those characters are more than welcome! I have many OC's with their own storyline and everything, so I may also write longer stories involving them as well.

I am also currently watching the shows Lucifer, Supernatural, and The Umbrella Academy so requests about these will also be considered!

Requests

I take requests! If your request is not one of the aforementioned fandoms, I will still try to write about your request- just be patient as it will take research and time on my part.

Anon requests are accepted! if you would like to be anonymous but known by a specific emoji or nickname as your "name" please specify that in your request! Multiple requests from the same person is always welcome, so don't be shy to request multiple pairings.

I am also willing to do ships of you guys with a fictional character from a Fandom of your choice! just write a small description of yourself and what Fandom you'd like, and I'll pick a character and explain why I ship you with them! ♡

Rules:

please be descriptive in the pairing you have in mind. If there is something specific you have in mind or want to request a specific scenario/trope, I want to do it justice- so please be clear on what you're asking for!

I will NOT write anything to do with scat/feces play or blood play. I also refuse to do anything with necrophilia- so don't ask.

Please specify physical characteristics of the reader if it's vital to the request! Short, tall, thin, chubby etc. etc. if not specified it should be known I typically write female readers with midsize or chubby bodies. If you don't like that, you're free to scroll. All body types deserve lots of love ♡

incest will never knowingly be accepted- do not request this. If request includes an underage character or reader it will be fluff ONLY.

Smut and nsfw can be requested, but please try to be mindful of what kinks you request. I may chose to decline your request for any reason, and that's my right to do so.

Do not spam your requests! I promise I will do my very best to get to your request when I can, so please avoid spamming or dms just to insist on asking for me to write something

If we are not mutuals, please ask before dming me. Comments are always welcome, but racist/homophobic/religious discrimination will get you reported and blocked. This is a safe space, and negativity targeted to others will not be tolerated.

please credit me if you reblog or repost any of my work! I love mutual support so please give credit where it's due

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and thats all lovelies! I'm planning on writing something tonight (or just soon in general) so stay tuned for that!

[haru-mei]

Hi there! I am H4RUM31 or Haru in short.. I am both a traditional and digital artist that focuses mainly on my upcoming story, “The System”

I am in many fandoms but I don’t keep track or focus upon updates sometimes.. But you can mainly find me active on my Twitter and Tiktok(Same users) and I barely post sometimes due to how busy I am.. But not to kind that, I post some random doodles and I do post about who are my oc’s and information..

Anyways, the four arts above are made by me, one is unfinished due to being a current art so it’s more of a WIP.. Thank you for reading and I will further introduce myself in future updates!

(Tags below are the fandoms I am in but there will be further more tags because I can be seen anywhere in any fandom tbh-)

[mutant-okuri-inu]

Is your oc a boy or a grill

Sigma is a female! (ಠ_ಠ)

[neonraven28]

COD GHOSTS OC

Callsign: Rapace

Nationality: Italian

Age: 36 (2027)

Her story is still a wip, I have yet to flesh out all the details. She was also born as a joke... that I ended up developing too much!

BACKSTORY

Rapace was born and raised in a lab in Italy, alongside a few others. All of them were human experiments, they were taught to obey the authority and were trained for the Army— making up a top secret faction/task force.

The way they were treated had it's drawback— they constantly argued with eachother and there was an unspoken competition among them. They would go as far as sabotaging eachother during missions, just to get whatever prize their superiors would give them. Which often included some free time and free will: a rare occasion.

Rapace is a shapeshifter. She can take on the shape of any living being as long as they have a brain and a heart. She even has an enhanced healing factor. Such abilities required a lot of studying— That, plus being raised in a lab, brought Rapace to excell in scientific subjects. She never had access to humanistic subjects. (If we want a canon abiding Rapace, she's simply a human experiment, with a shit ton more endurance and plenty scars.)

Eventually, she was rescued by the Task Force STALKER, aka Ghosts. More specifically, Rorke and Merrick. (wip)

As the Italian Government, nor its Army reached out for Rapace, she took matters in her hands and managed to make herself a sort of soldier for hire. The details aren't specified, but she heavily relies on contracts which go into heavy detail, in order to not cause conflicts.

Then, she would be hired by the Ghosts multiple times for aid.

Even though she was trained to obey the authority, the days back in the lab still had an aftermath. She was deemed reckless, careless and selfish.

She pretty much got on everyone's nerves, but she was valuable. They put up with her just for that.

The only ones she truly got along with were Rorke and Merrick— Rorke, becoming a figure to look up to, and Merrick forcing her to go to therapy. (I will write about her relationships in another post.)

When Rorke goes MIA, her whole world crumbles.

Which, surisingly enough, motivates her to actually care about therapy.

Slowly, she changes— tries to follow orders and begins to comply. Becomes friendlier, her taunts turning into harmless teasing. Overall, a better soldier and a better person.

(will write about her role in the codg campaign in another post.)

PERSONALITY

She keeps a lighthearted exterior, a bit flirty at all times— playful and jokes about all things. Some dislike how she seems to not take things seriously, but they'll take that over how obnoxious she used to be.

However, under all that, she can be pretty serious. That's how she's always been, afterall. She's not afraid to speak her mind and to be strict when the situation calls for it.

TRIVIA

She's not immortal— moreover, when she heals from bullet wounds she has to undergo surgery to take them out of her body.

Overall lets others lead the way, because she only knows how to lead the way in a way that benefits her strengths.

Is better at english than she is at italian. She knows all the scientific terms for stuff. She knows sign language and latin, and a bit of spanish, french and german. She can't fluently speak these three.

She hates physical touch. Flinches all the time, the only times she doesn't flinch is when A) it's people she trusts or B) she's fighting

She loves animals and knows way too much about them. Communicates with them well.

Absolutely loathes Italy. Only goes there if the missions requires her to.

She's not good at arts, as they are humanistic subjects. She can try to understand them (poetry, paintings, music...) but she'll never fully understand them. It upsets her, because she knows they're important.

She has lots of freckles. She doesn't use labels, but she isn't cis or het. Pretty much doesn't care.